The Deed. Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I require the authorities to give me proof:
He had a country in his possession,
that is my great-great great grandfather, Mzilikazi Khumalo;
who was a son to Mangethe - the philosopher;
who was son to Langa - the first of the Ndebele kings,
which is where the history disappears back into its original routes.

He owned a complete country called Zimbabwe,
all were wary that it was all called under his mighty name,
but I have not seen benefits proceed to me via the balances to the transaction,
so I am beginning to wonder about the nature of occurring circumstances,
hence I will invoke the authorities, of law, or the Devils of hell,
to hand me the title deed to the land -
Otherwise the one I have on me is real.

I will meet with the Council of Five
and see if we can build around my title deed.
I am a member of the Conglomerates of Labor,
and we work hard to see peace being implemented onto ground.
We only happen by the rules of the church,
and anything outside church policy does not emanate from faith,
therefore, it is sin.